The Importance of Proactive Cocaine Rehab

I'd been abusing cocaine for six months before I finally decided to get help. Without cocaine rehab, the pain, illness and indignity that I suffered would have defined my entire life. After it became clear that I couldn't function around normal people anymore, I would only hang out with people who did cocaine too. It was the perfect plan: we'd get together, do a few lines, and not have to talk about anything-I hope you realize that "perfect plan" part of that was sarcasm. Thanks to the benefit of thoughtful reflection, as well as the lessons I learned while in cocaine rehab, I can see that I started actually doing coke because of an inherent lack of self-worth, which was perpetuated as my addiction got worse.

I started using coke right after I graduated high school. I had no plans to go to college, and it seemed like my life ended after my senior year. Most of my friends were gone, and that did make matters any easier. I started hanging out around a local bar that I frankly used to think was disgusting. My friends and I would always make fun of the people who went in there: the drunken low-lives, the skanky girls...and the coke-heads. When you don't have anyone to hang out with except for your single mother who works nights, anybody starts to look good. So one night I went to this bar, and didn't stop going until I went away to cocaine rehab.

I never bothered to get my license so I had no ID, but nobody in the place seemed to care. They just kept feeding me drinks while men twice my age were hitting on me. When I walked in for the first time, it was like they'd never seen a girl before-and from the way they talked to me, I'm not entirely sure they had. Despite the fact that the place was more or less occupied by Neanderthals, this bar became my nightly hang-out. There were nights in cocaine rehab when I actually wondered what was going on there while I was away.

For about a year and a half, I would drink myself to the point of near-collapse, and either have someone drop me off at home while my mom was working, or just wait for her to get off. My mother always kind of let me be me, so it was a pretty big deal when she started yelling at me for hanging out there every night. If I had listened to her, and stayed away, I never would have needed cocaine rehab, and would likely be a lot further in life. Nevertheless, I brushed her off and continued to just do my thing, which brings me to how I developed my coke habit.

One night when I was particularly hammered, a bunch of guys who I'd gotten to know from the bar disappeared into the parking lot. I asked the bartender where they, and he just nodded his head in the direction of the lot, and laughed-he must have known what they were doing. I went out there to find them doing lines on the hood of a Honda Civic. I wish I could say I put up more of a fight when they asked me to join them, but I didn't. My first line felt like paradise; like I didn't have a care in the world. I knew I couldn't have my mom pick me up, so I just waited for one of my friends to get off work, and in the interim did about four more lines. As good as it felt, I never thought I'd make it a regular habit, or that I'd ever need cocaine rehab.

A few nights later, the exact same thing happened, except I did two more lines than I had done the last time. By the end of the night, I was convinced this was the life for me. Drinking had gotten stale, and coke just seemed like the next logical step; like being drunk with a little something extra. I had a sense of belonging, a great means of escape, and a place to go every night. After about a month, I was completely hooked. I should have checked myself into cocaine rehab right then and there, but instead I fell deeper into a dependency that could have easily killed me.

For the first four months I was abusing coke, I had always managed to score for free. I was the only girl among a group of guys, and I suppose this was there sick and disgusting definition of chivalry. Shortly before I entered cocaine rehab, some of the guys started charging me. I had no job and very little savings so after I spent all money, I had no way to pay them. One night, I tried to negotiate to at least score a bit with the money I had. The guy who had it said he wasn't interested in money, and gave me a look that made me sick. I'll spare you the details, except to say that he tried to force himself on me, and I was disgusted with myself for even momentarily considering it. I bolted out of his car, caught a bus home, and told my mom about everything that had happened. The next day, I was headed to cocaine rehab.

Detox wasn't that bad, but I expect it would have been far worse had I been addicted for a longer period. The hardest part of cocaine rehab was hearing the truth about myself. The whole experience taught me to be an active participant in my own life, and to want more things for myself. Shortly after completing my cocaine rehab, I got a job and started classes at a local community college. I could have very easily gone the other way, but something inside of me told me I was headed down a horrible road. Thank god I thought that part of me was worth listening to.

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